Right now, I don’t know where I am, and even if I did, it’s much too late for me to turn back now. I should keep pressing forward.

And I do.

The weather outside quickly changes from sunny to stormy. Rain clouds are on the horizon. I try to fight against my fears of not finding shelter in time for the storm, but it’s no use. I’ll never be found. They have long since forgotten about me. I am completely lost.

The wind picks up; it’s so real that I can feel it slapping me. Stinging me. It hurts even more that I’m in a field where no one can find me or help me. I feel as if I’m done for.

The storm begins, and to me, it’s not a matter if I’m going to be found. It’s a matter of if I’m going to survive.

To me, dance is just a way to express myself. But when I tell people that I’m part of a dance troupe, they automatically assume that I’m a dance.

I’m not a dancer. I don’t have the power to make any art with my body. I just like to dance to music.

But does that make me a dancer?

Nope.

What I mostly like to do is play video games and hang out with my friends, which I don’t get to do very often because I have dance competitions and festivals and stuff to perform in. Most of the people in my troupe are great dancers and people see dance as an expression of art, but I just can’t see it that way.

I’m not a dancer. I’m just a regular teenager who was denied the right to be one because someone saw me dancing and automatically assumed me to be a dancer.

“I can’t believe this happened,” said Stuart as the kids watched Mrs. Schindler being arrested by the police. “How were we to know that Tara’s mom was the Stranger?”

“I don’t know,” said Mara, “but there had to be a reason why she did whatever it was that she did.”

“I hope so,” said Irene. “She wouldn’t have kidnapped Tanya and hampered all efforts to find her without some sort of motivation.”

The trio stood and watched as Shara and Pearl, along with Tara and Lil’Marie, came toward them. “Guys, what happened here?” Shara cried out. “I could hear police sirens from a mile away.”

Stuart said, “Well, it’s kind of a funny story…”

TWO HOURS EARLIER…

“I can’t believe you chose this over the movie,” said Stuart as he, Irene, and Mara drove away from the theater and made their way towards the neighborhood where the old MacMurphy house was located. “What could be more important than a movie?” They were sure that someone living in the house had something to do with the Tanya Shinnok debacle.

“Well, I know that Tara didn’t have anything to do with Tanya and neither are Tiffany and Torvald,” said Mara, “so it has to be one of her parents.”

“Why is it always adults that do that kind of thing?” said Irene.

“Because every time that Tanya Shinnok is mentioned, our trust in our parents and other adults seems to diminish,” said Stuart. “Very soon, I fear that the FBI will have to step in and take us away from our families just like what happened when Mimi Johnson was murdered all thesis years ago.”

“Let’s make sure that this doesn’t happen to us,” said Mara.

They made their way to the house and found a secret passage that led to another part of the house, which contained an office full of computers, tablets, cell phones, and even hidden video cameras.

“No doubt about it,” said Mara. “He must have been tacking our movements and everything we do or say.”

“Just like in “Pretty Little Liars“,” said Irene. “I’ve read those books. I know what’s going on and I bet that their story applies to us.”

“But unlike the girls, I know how to end this,” said Stuart as be whipped out his cell phone. “The police routinely watch social media websites in order to weed out criminals, and we need to report this now while no one can stop us.”

He took pictures of the computers and tablets and everything that was on them, beginning with summer 2005, when the trouble with Tanya began to summer 2010, when the horror truly began. The girls walked around the place, searching for clues that would lead them to Tanya and her killer, but instead found fake documents and school records belonging to a girl named Jane Owens.

“What are you children doing in my office?” A voice cut into the air. Mara and Irene quickly pulled the door shut, locked it, and set a bar across the door as well as a heavy steel cabinet.

“You might want to call the police,” said Irene as Mara gathered the papers. “We have a problem.”

“Why?” said Stuart. “We’re already having a hard time trusting adults as it is, so why should we ask them for help?”

“Because they’re the only thing between us and whoever’s out there,” said Mara. “Now hurry up, we don’t have much time!”

As Stuart called the police, the girls cringed as they heard the Stranger on the other end pounding on the door. They knew that the next few minutes could mean life or death…

TWO HOURS LATER…

“So that’s where you were while we were at the movies,” said Shara. “You were snooping around the Old MacMurphy place.”

“Not just snooping,” said Stuart. “The Stranger has their office here.” They all watched as the police hauled away tons of papers, computers, tablets, and cell phones from a large office.

“Ok, that’s all fine and dandy,” said Pearl, “but who is the Stranger?”

They all turned and watched as Mrs. Schindler was being hauled away in handcuffs. The woman cursed and screamed as she was being taken away by the police.

“Well, what a great plot twist,” said Lil’Marie. “Tara’s mom was the Stranger all along. How did no one but us see that?”

“I’m sure that this will be all over the news once that story gets out,” said Tara. “But still, I can’t believe that my own mom had a hand in the entire Tanya Shinnok thing. How did I not foresee this?”

“None of us did,” said Mara.

“Now what do we do since there is no Stranger for us to deal with?” said Stuart.

The kids knew that within the coming days, people were going to be talking about the arrest of Georgette Schindler for cyberstalking and harassment of several children under the age of 18. No one was going to believe that the victims of the crime had somehow gotten the power to turn the tables of their tormentor.

It certainly didn’t like being over handled by the children or left out to be dropped or broken, and if Amy takes one more annoying selfie with the camera, it was going to shut down indefinitely.

The tablet needed a new home. One where it would be respected instead of misused, dropped, or broken, where the kids couldn’t get their hands on it and where Amy couldn’t post any more selfies.

It needed a home where it would be put to its proper use.

But who was going to claim it? Almost everyone had a tablet or a smartphone, and no one was interested in getting another one. Plus, the tablet was a bit bigger than its counterparts and no one wanted a huge tablet.

Little did the tablet know that it was being cleaned out and given away to a kid who was going away to college. The tablet cheered (if inanimate objects could cheer), knowing that it would be safe and also, put to good use.

A 22-year-old man decides to volunteer at a home for mentally disabled people, except that his parents object to him volunteering because they believe that helping mentally disabled people is a waste of time.

“You’re being unreasonable, mom,” said Drew Gallagher when his mother, Jill, objected to his plans to volunteer at a shelter that housed mentally disabled people.

“I’m not being unreasonable,” said Jill. “I’m just saying that helping those who can’t take care of themselves is a waste of time.”

“And besides,” said his father, Samuel, “there’s plenty of other things that you can do instead of working at that shelter. Have you considered the ASPCA?”

“You know I don’t like animals,” said Drew. “And what’s so wrong with helping mentally disabled people? They are people, yet they just need a bit of help.”

“I don’t want my son being involved in this,” said Samuel, “not when he has the potential to do so much more.”

“It doesn’t matter,” said Drew. “I’m 22 years old, not 16. I have the right to decide what to do with my time. If I want to help people who need help instead of going to parties or dating, then who are you to stop me? You’re my parents, not my friends.”

He left the room, wondering how things could have gone so wrong between him and his family. He thought about the next door neighbors and their disabled son who never left the house, not even to go to school. That boy could have benefited from being at the shelter, where he would learn basic life skills and how to take care of himself instead of sitting at home watching TV all day.

He knew that this was right, helping people save their disabled family members from isolation, depression, and possible abuse from family members or caregivers. He owed it to that neighbor to work at that place.

You may think that life at Harrison Creek High School was a sad one, with kids being forced to attend a school that was secretly being run by a group of students who claimed to had the school’s best interests.

Also, you may believe that the students were obsessed over a fraudulent story about a bullied girl and her four best friends who hated society. A group of students were so obsessed over that story that they tried to force that story upon the rest of the school.

But that’s not all the school is.

In fact, between these two extremes, there was a rare moment of happiness that occurred in a small section of the school.

Julian Robinson sat by the small creek that ran next to the school. He and several others were searching for any animals that lived at or around the creek. They didn’t care about what was going on at the school at all.

“I just saw a newt,” said Terrance Cherry as a small creature ran right by them.

“Nah, that’s more like a chameleon,” said Wikimak Walker. “They can change to blend in with their background.”

“You’re both wrong,” said Shawn Barron. “That was a…”

But the debate was interrupted when Leilani Nelson said, “You gotta see this!”

On the abandoned baseball field, there were several wild turkeys running around, not knowing or caring that they were living on school grounds. They had made that place their home.

“No one is going to believe this,” said Julian as they all pulled out their cell phones and took pictures of the turkeys.

Of course, the students who attended Harrison Creek High School were more interested in the turkeys who lived on the baseball field than the story about Tanya Shinnok and the Teen Rebels.

I know you all know who I am. I know you also know what I am capable of doing.

I, Jacquel Rassenworth, know how to humiliate my enemies using the power of memes.

Like when a class bully insisted on stealing other people’s homework and turning it in as his own, I used his school portrait and wrote the words “I AM A BULLY AND A CHEATER” on it and displayed the picture in the school’s front office.

Safe to say, though, his reputation was irrevocably ruined and he was expelled from school a few days after my meme prank.

But that’s not all, for I have some more examples of my powers.

Like a few months after my first meme, a girl began spreading false rumors about certain people. I hit her back by writing on her picture “GOSSIP GIRL” and posting that picture in the front office. She was later suspended for her lies.

With that, no one in the school was safe from me and my memes; not even the teachers would be able to escape from me if they did something bad. But no one knew that it was me making up memes and spreading them all over the school.

In fact, they referred to me as the “Meme Girl”, the girl who used memes to destroy bullies and other bad students. Yet I was never caught posting memes in the front office for some odd reason.

But when it came time for me to attend high school, I used the Internet to expose people who did things that I didn’t like and made those people into memes. One example was that a bully who everyone was scared of was picking on some kid I knew in my band class and calling him gay. I found a picture of said bully wearing a dress and wrote on it “I AM A BOY WHO LIKES TO WEAR DRESSES“. Oddly enough, the other students saw that picture and called him gay, prompting him to stop picking on the poor kid.

And once again, no one knew that it was me who exposed the bully for what he truly was.

We do not like how you twisted up our story in your book, “Harry Moffer & the Really Stupid Sequel“. That story is offensive to everyone who lived High School Musical and it destroyed our story.

At no point in your story did anything you write make any sense. You turned us from four very smart girls who were doing research about the princess Anastasia Romanov into four maniacs who are trying to force an entire high school to be interested in a princess that is a mockery of our beloved Anastasia.

We order you to cease and desist any further publication of this farce of our story.

It was said that with every child that has a good life, there are two children whose lives are filled with nothing but misery.

And the lives of Colleen and Alvin Jaworski are filled with more misery than a sad story.

They had lost their father in a terrible house fire and their mother vanished without a trace. They were shopped off to stay with a cruel grandfather, who saw fit to separate the two children from each other by sending Colleen (along with her brother Hayden and sister Jennie) to stay with a cousin named Petrel, who lived in a small cabin in the woods while Alvin remained with his grandfather.

While Alvin seemed to enjoy a better life with the old man, Colleen suffered the indignity of having to be an orphan. And not only that, she and her older siblings were mistreated by their guardian, not being allowed to leave the cabin at all, not even to go to town.

But one day, the three siblings slipped out of the cabin and went into the woods, where all sorts of dangerous creatures lived. Not only that, but there lived a giant that ruled over the woods and everyone who lived in it. The giant king was a cruel and horrible man who was known to eat people who walked in the woods by his castle.

Colleen knew that she was in trouble when she noticed the giant and went to warn her siblings. Together, they fought the cruel giant and defeated him, but Hayden and Jennie died of their injuries soon after the fight.

After the giant’s death, the woods healed and Petrel was crushed to death by a newly planted tree that grew in the cabin. Colleen decided to spend the rest of her life repairing the woods and fueling over the creatures that lived in it.